Remember darling I am made of ice so if you are fire don’t come near me.
If rejection makes us strong then why does it hurt everytime it strikes?
Caught on every thread. Your strands are entwined with mine. Every fiber of my being feels you from now until the end of time.
Romeo and Juliet, Anthony and Cleo, Hector and Andromache, all these classic love stories could not beat ours when it comes to tragic ending. While their burning passion was chilled by death in a cataclysmic swing of his sword, ours killed itself before it could escape my frightened lips. So I’ll just write it down here because like my heart, it has no place to call home.
-No place to call home,
Katie, May 26th
And you said I love you in the perfect key. Your voice became the melody of a song that will live forever in my memory.
I didn’t have to
On the words I can’t
Forgive me for being your unfinished work in progress
Your scribbled out poem, your torn up sketch
I know it hurt you when I couldn’t be fixed
It hurt me too when your fingers grazed my wounds, when you undid my stitches, when you tried to kiss it better, when you gave up.
But I got better without you
If you knew that now, would you be happy for me?
Or would you be angry that I can change for myself but not for you?
I will never find out because when you walked away, you took all of yourself with you
But it doesn’t matter anyway
Because deep down, I know that you just don’t care
And it is as simple as that.
Sky torn and weeping
A grey lament of storms
Sharp jagged lightning opening wounds
Wet and cold seeps into my soul
Image source: Google
The demons I once fought have now become mine
This war, so infinitely hard,
For I am both winner and loser at the same time
I am pulled, torn, on both sides,
In this battleground I stand on either side,
Covered in ashes,
Painted in blood,
Victory and loss I suffer both
As I find a way to live and find a balance,
A way to reconcile the light and the dark.
Inspired by a post by @fragments-of-my-mind
She’s got long, long hair
Oh and sweet sultry stares
His heart won’t spare!
Katie, May 25th
i have the piercings of love,
could i stay with you a little longer?
could i care for you in another context?
lost in the flames of an earnest passion
my devotion to you, seeking your presence
your elegant empowerment
i love the way you run the show
the way you smile and defy language
an empress to whose company i adore
to whom i am captivated by completely
where land is an aurora
where lips create poetries
where your tattoos are eternal in the sky
Me: I just wish more of my moments were spent with you.🙁
You: I wish more moments with you, as well. You are with me, in my heart😊
Me: You are with me too, come rain or shine. In my heart, you exist out of time, eternal, forever mine. ❤
The way we love (Conversations between us)
Growing, I am,
Quite like a tree:
From roots to a stem
Then to fully green.
Growing, I am,
Quite like the sun:
A small ball of light
Then a lovely large one.
Growing, I am,
Quite like a bridge:
I was once lost
But I got over it.
“Trained my mind but neglected the body. Trained my body but neglected the mind. Now both mind and body are neglected for you can’t have either complete without a soul”
What is yearning to a heart ?
A flame that is never consumed,
Burning down everything we knew.
Memories that pull so strongly,
A black hole,
Nothing can escape,
Always hungry, never full.
Love your flaws
Love your scares
Your stretch marks and moles
Love your awkwardness
Love your odd laugh
It lasts past the 11:11. Sometimes I spend the time between the two wishing that I knew what I have to do to be with you.
You make me smile so early my love. You make the day for me begin when your words my heart light. Take me and fill me with your words of love and the incandescence of this, my heart, will shine more than any star. I will take you also, so tenderly and hide you inside and I will offer you everything that is in me, everything I have. I will make those eyes shine and those lips bloom into a smile because the world is more beautiful when your happiness paints above me a thousand color sky.
e.v.e. (A thousand color sky)
When did I stop looking for souls
But contentment in the flesh?
To moments that last an infinity only in my head?
No longer scared to lose people
Or even the memories they give?
When did I master this art
of letting go to such a terrifying extent?